Bravo 1: Bystrokhodny Tank 2/BT-2

I awoke with a throbbing headache. Opening my eyes, I was met with a relatively bright light.

I closed my eyes instinctively. Opening them slowly again, my eyes adjusted to the brightness.

I was in a room. A simple one, if anything. The floor was made of stone tiles, the roof had a build of stone and wood, and the walls were built of some kind of plaster.

In the middle was a low, simple wooden table. There were two windows on both sides of the room. There were two doors adjacent to the windows, both doors opposite of each other. Noticing where I was, I noticed I happened to by lying down on a couch.

I got off the couch and tried to stand up. I stood shakily on my legs, grabbing ahold of the table to prevent myself from falling down.

Eventually, I gave up and sat back down on the couch to catch my breath.

Someone else entered the room. I turned my head towards them.

There was a young girl. She was wearing a blue skirt, a blue shirt with a key on it, a green hat, and her blue hair was done in twintails. She also happened to wear blue boots. Over her back was a green backpack.

Goodness, did she like the color blue or something? Maybe an addiction to that particular color?

No, the addiction part probably wasn't the case. If it was, the entire house would be blue. She probably has blue clothes to camouflage into a specific environment, however there are no environments I could see out the window that contained the color blue, so that must mean-

I stopped my mind before it went on like an unstoppable train. What has happening to my mind? Why am I thinking like some sort of war strategist?

The blue-clad girl walked up to me, placed her backpack on the table, and waved a hand in front of my face.

"Hello?" she asked. "Are you sleeping with your eyes open?"

I quickly snapped out of my thoughts. I was about to say something to her, but then I started coughing.

She ushered me to lie down. "You still need to recover. Here, let me get you some water."

She handed me a cup of water and I drank it all down. After I tested my vocal cords, I managed to let out a raspy,"Thanks for the help... Nitori."

Nitori looked at me, confused. "How do you know my name? I never told you it."

I was confused, too. It just somehow rolled off my tongue. I scanned my brain for information. According to the information that somehow got into my brain, her full name is Nitori Kawashiro, a kappa that lives on Youkai Mountain.

I decided to answer truthfully. "I honestly... don't know."

Nitori decided not to ask any further. She then asked me,"What is your name? You haven't yet introduced yourself to me."

Now that I thought about it, I don't have a name.

I don't have a name.

Wow. I must've forgotten more than I thought.

As if on cue, a name just popped into my head.

Fleety.

Was that my real name? Did I just temporary forget for a second, only to remember it again?

Whatever. I decided to use that name.

"My name is Fleety."

Nitori smiled. "Nice to meet you, Fleety." She looked at a clock on the wall. It read in a language I could not understand.

"I need to go later. Please get some rest. Your body still need to recover."

She picked up the backpack she left on the table, but before she left I asked,"Where is my vest?"

"It's beside the sofa," she replied. "I couldn't fold it properly; the material making it up is lightweight but too rigid."

She walked to the front door, turned her head back, and said,"I'll see you later." She then opened the door and exited through it.

I grabbed my vest beside the sofa and shuffled through the various pockets on it. I found a combat knife, an empty water bottle, a small monocular, pencil and paper, and a strange little red plastic/metal contraption.

The combat knife could be used as self defense. I can always refill the water bottle. The monocular is just a one-lens binocular. But I held the small plastic-and-metal device in my hands. On it was a white cross.

After playing around with it, I realized it was some sort of multipurpose knife contraption. It did not just include knives, but can openers, scissors, hooks, a flashlight, and a variety of other tools.

I stashed that one away. No doubt it would be extremely versatile.

I looked at the paper and pencil I placed on the table.

Maybe I can draw to pass a bit of the time? To help lull myself to sleep?

I grabbed my pencil and paper and started drawing quickly on it. Just a small sketch, that's all.

What I drew was a vehicle. And not just any ordinary vehicle, a tank.

But why a tank, of all things?

Since it was a 2D Blueprint-like drawing, it showed the vehicle in great detail. The tank was relatively short, the turret was near the front, the treads were linked together, and the main gun was a machine gun.

I could immediately recognized it as a BT-2 Assault Tank.

...

How did I know? How did I draw it? How do I know its name but nothing else?

Thinking was giving me another headache. I laid down on the couch, and quickly fell asleep.